The ride up to Arrow Lake for our retreat included a list of questions for the carpoolers to answer in prep for the weekend.
Some questions were scarier than others. For example, as we zoomed around icy corners overlooking sheer cliff drops, we answered the one starting with, “if you were on a trip, and you knew it would be the last trip of your life…”
Others allowed for more introspection, such as, “If you had a billion dollars, how would you spend it.”
That question immediately split the group between Mike Myers/Dr. Evil impersonators (“one billion dollars, bwaa-haa-haa!”) and Bare Naked Ladies wannabes (“If I had a billion dollars, I’d buy you a fur coat, but not a real one that’d be cruel…”)
We quickly decided that a billion was too much for the question. After all, if you had a billion dollars, what wouldn’t you do with it? So we settled for a couple-a-three mill, and each plunked our cash down for some worthy or selfish cause.
I think a more interesting question might have been, would you want a billion dollars?
My Literature and Film class at Biola just read MILLIONS by Frank Cottrell Boyce. Damian, the kid in the book who finds a bag of money, at one point makes this comment:
“And that’s the thing. We thought the money was going to take care of everything but we ended up taking care of the money. We were always worried about it, tucking it in at night, checking up on it. It was like a big baby.”
Just my thoughts,
PS I still wouldn’t turn a billion down…